Or maybe it was because I knew in just a few minutes, he was going to make me his, and I was going to feel him inside me.
My climax started low, gathering strength quickly until I screamed against his lips. My back arched, shaking me between Mason’s huge body and the bed. Feeling so helpless and so treasured at the same time made me blink back a tear of joy as I trembled.
“So sexy,” he murmured, kissing along my cheek to nuzzle my temple.
Catching my breath, I stared up into those magical eyes, knowing without a doubt that he was the one.
“Emily, do you want me completely?”
“Yes,” I murmured, blinking as I still tried to get my bearings.
Mason rolled to the side, sitting up as he reached for the small shopping bag on the bedside table. Staring in wonder at the way he handled the thick, veiny shaft in his hands, I was overwhelmed with lust. Somehow, seeing the animalistic side of him, completely raw, aroused me even more.
Just as he was about to roll on a condom, I said, “Wait.”
Leaning down, I brought my lips to the thick, round head, pulling just an inch inside my mouth. His deep, guttural groan sounded like he was being torn apart.
“Angel, it’s been so long…if you do that for more than a few seconds, I swear I’ll come in your pretty little mouth.”
Lightly circling my tongue around the head again, I looked up at him before pulling away. “Another time then,” I winked.
“You are too sassy for your own good,” he chuckled.
He slipped on the condom, then reached for a tiny plastic bottle, coating his length in lubricant. “I know this is going to hurt you,” he said, his eyes tight with worry. “But I’m going to try to be as gentle as I can.”
His thoughtfulness surprised me every time.
As his giant body settled over mine, my legs spread. His fingertips instantly gravitated to my center, swirling around every sensitive fold until I whimpered under him.
My curiosity was nothing compared to the deep craving to feel what was coming next. When I finally felt his shaft sliding up and down against my opening, the excitement made me squirm beneath him.
“Easy, angel,” he said softly. Slipping inside just a tiny bit, his thickness was more than my body was expecting.
Then Mason kissed me.
Up till now, our kisses had been sweet, sexy, hot and playful. Nothing like this. He kissed me with his entire body, pouring every ounce of love and fire into every tiny movement.
Moaning in bliss, my legs wrapped around his waist as I tried to pull him deeper. The pressure built quickly as he barely pressed inside, giving my body plenty of time to adjust around him.
“Take a breath,” he commanded, running his thumb across my cheek as his other hand gripped my ass gently, tipping my hips toward him. “Relax. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I need…more,” I gasped, rocking up to press him deeper inside.
I already felt so full of him. He was all around me, enveloping me in his warmth. Pulling his lips back to mine, my hips began to buck up against him, drawing him in deeper.
Choking back a tiny whine, I refused to let him know how much it hurt as my body stretched around him. The pressure was nearly unbearable for a few seconds, then we both worked together to shift his length deeper. The sharp slivers of pain dissolved after a moment, as my body adapted to the pressure.
“You feel so perfect around me,” Mason murmured against my lips.
“You’re everywhere,” I gasped, as we began to rock together slowly.
“I need to be everywhere and everything for you,” he said softly, brushing back my hair to stare into my eyes as he began taking long, slow, deep strokes inside me. “You’re mine, Emily. My girl. Can you feel it?”
Nodding, I moaned his name desperately as we found a steady, sensual rhythm.
“God, I love the way you move against me,” he murmured, his eyes glazed.
Something deep inside me finally relaxed, and his entire length sank inside me. Mason paused, staying completely still as he nipped gently at my bottom lip.